[Usually, she would protest. She'd tell him to take it easy, to not push himself. This time, she doesn't. Instead, she mirrors his helpless look with one of her own—a crooked, almost nervous smile, but it disappears when she leans in to press a loving, reassuring kiss to his cheek.]
Okay.
[Tifa's voice carries the weight of her patience, but it's heavy with something else as well. Sadness, dread, and all of her concern being balled up into a lump that's growing in her throat, making it harder for her to keep her voice steady. Slowly, she slips the covers away and slides to the edge of the bed on his side, her eyes resting on him for a moment before they move to the window, peering through the crack in the curtains at the very early hints of sunrise.
And she takes him by the hand to help ease him out of bed with her, the sleepiness still settled in her own bones that it takes her a moment to stand firmly on her own feet, but when they're up, she rests her body against his in a hug.]
I'll start some coffee. Do you wanna pack some fruits? Maybe a few sandwiches for later?
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Okay.
[Tifa's voice carries the weight of her patience, but it's heavy with something else as well. Sadness, dread, and all of her concern being balled up into a lump that's growing in her throat, making it harder for her to keep her voice steady. Slowly, she slips the covers away and slides to the edge of the bed on his side, her eyes resting on him for a moment before they move to the window, peering through the crack in the curtains at the very early hints of sunrise.
And she takes him by the hand to help ease him out of bed with her, the sleepiness still settled in her own bones that it takes her a moment to stand firmly on her own feet, but when they're up, she rests her body against his in a hug.]
I'll start some coffee. Do you wanna pack some fruits? Maybe a few sandwiches for later?